How do you move on,
When you've spent your whole life
As a hopeless romantic
Finding yourself only as valuable
As the person who holds your hand,
How do you free yourself from the
Twisted and gnarled branches that ground you
Can you be a whole person,
When they have slowly ripped you in half,
And left you longing for your other.
I play romance, as if it were my job
Mastering the art of kisses, and
Cleaning, keeping hobbies
Like reading
Something to give me just enough depth
To appeal to people without
Being threatening
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